triadruid

So after some slight confusion involving such foreign concepts as "bedtime" and "wake time", a bunch of us suckers got up this morning at Ergh:22 and tromped over to the football field by the TCP to watch the Solstice Sun come up. The Beatles were invoked and everybody got to see the sun peek through for the 3 minutes it was up before it disappeared behind the cloud cover. So yay! Disaster averted for another year through due diligence.

agrnmn now knows we love him because we'll participate in his stupid morning-person ceremonies.

However, I will say that the breakfast casserole afterward was tasty, even if we couldn't cajole him into chocolate chip pancakes. Princess Boredom and I may put an interesting surprise in his shoes before work on Saturday, we'll see.

After much ughs, bundling, trudging, viewing, trudging, unbundling, a small cocoa volcano, minor gift-giving, and Warhammer 40k (don't ask... well, don't ask *me*), I'm at work and tromping away at the usual. See some of you tonight for the inaugural Wild Hare protogrove Yule ritual at SMUUCH, to the rest: Have fun, stay warm, and kiss somebody, under mistletoe if you can manage it.

Hey, I'm a druid. What did you *expect* me to say?? Besides, it was apparently a sex symbol for those sexy druids and vikings. Me, I just thought it prevented lighting strikes, although I suppose the Celts and Norse were... well, furry enough that they might have caused a static-sparked fire during their lovemaking. Hypothetically speaking, of course.